The Weekend, With Food

[copied from dland]

He's fine -- better than he was yesterday, in fact -- but I thought I'd post a picture of my little old man cat.



You can't see in this picture -- or any picture, really -- that his eyes are sky blue, a characteristic of this breed, Birman. They all have cream colored bodies, white feet, and blue eyes. The color of their face, ears, and tails can vary from the darkest brown colors, known as chocolate or seal points to the lightest color, a kind of lavender grayish-brown, known as a lilac point, which is what BooBoo is. His fur feels soft, like a bunny, and supposedly, there is some enzyme or something missing in the saliva of Birmans that makes them hypo-allergenic to people, but I don't know if that's really true. K and I have both tested positive for cat allergy, but we've never had a problem with our own cats, or, for that matter, any other cats.

Thanks, bluesleepy.

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I have decided to face tomorrow with the serenity to accept things that I cannot change. Easter dinner at the ILs is apparently going to involve a variety of foods that I have no interest in eating -- the main dish is Roast Crown of Pork, whatever that is -- and a quantity of traditional Italian goodies that would be very hard to resist, so I won't.

The event begins with the antipasto, which is always and only prepared by the FIL. He makes the roast peppers himself, and marinates the mushrooms. He slices any meats or cheeses that need to be sliced, and rolls them up and arranges them on the tray. The only thing he doesn't prepare personally is the olives. Oh, and the Easter Pie.

We eat the Easter Pie along with the antipasto, but the FIL doesn't make that. His sister, Aunt Marie, who lives here in Bizarro Town, makes dozens of these each year, and we bring one down with us. (The Hubs visited his aunt and uncle earlier today and picked it up.) It is known in the Hubs' family as pizza gain, which is probably a regional Italian food. My friend The Other Chai, whose family is Neapolitan, has never heard of it. Most Italians in America are either Neapolitan (from Naples) or Sicilian, but the FIL's family is from Abruzzi e Molise, which is apparently northeast of Rome. Anyway, this must be what good Italians get to eat in heaven. Oh, and Aunt Marie's Easter Knots. I can't even find a link or a picture for that, but they are cookies that are so light they practically have to be held down to the plate. Oh wait, I have a picture:



because I have our share of the knots in the kitchen and so I just took a picture. (I only had one! The girls can have the rest tomorrow, if K leaves any left after she gets home from work tonight. When K left for her semester in Germany a couple of years ago, Aunt Marie made a batch just for her so she'd have them to eat on the plane.)

And then, for dessert, cannoli. You gotta eat a cannoli if there's cannoli. (These are not home-made, btw, but are coming with the catered meal. Aunt Marie can make cannoli, but of course, but says you can buy them just as good as she can make them, so she devotes her efforts to pizza gain and knots. Have I ever mentioned how much I adore the Hubs' Aunt Marie? And not just for the food.)

So, tomorrow I gain back anything I've lost in the last month. Sounds like fun! And a ride down the Parkway, to boot! Lucky, lucky me!

Have a good Easter, everyone. Fingers crossed for no snow anywhere.

Oh, I do know what Roast Crown of Pork is, I just don't care. And if you look at the picture of Boo next to the computer, you can see how small he is.


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